Drinking at the Spring

When I was a boy, I remember how a spring

Gushed cool, clear water out of a rock

There was a red stain on the rocks where the water came out

The stain was from iron

So I imagined that drinking this water would strengthen my blood

And make me brave.

I believed that it heals things

But now I know a secret place where a spring gushes, pure and clean

And drinking of it strengthens my soul

and makes me brave

and heals things.

That is the spring of love.

It never runs dry

And is sometimes even found in rough terrain

But it comes out of the rock.